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Prophecy of the Victor Chosen: From the Eclipse Between

“An elemental rift tore the valorous offspring of Luendarth and Emythrene apart, and they, in kind, tore the prophecy asunder.”

Here lies the prophecy reforged.

Prophecy of the Victor Chosen: From the Bright Lands

“An elemental rift tore the valorous offspring of Luendarth and Emythrene apart, and they, in kind, tore the prophecy asunder.”

From the Bright Lands, Elvish armies march under these words.

Prophecy of the Victor Chosen: From the Grim Regions

“An elemental rift tore the valorous offspring of Luendarth and Emythrene apart, and they, in kind, tore the prophecy asunder.”

From the Grim Regions, Elvish armies march under these words.

Sons of a Soul Split: Chapter Seventeen

Ears ringing from the screeching of saws and the dinging of hammers, Navigator Tramais steered the Nervidia down the throat of the Laughing Cat. Sculpted into the rockface by warlocks’ chantry, the stone-fanged maw of the conspicuous cove arched about a gallows’ height above the royal yard of the ship’s mainmast. From the crow’s nest, the ship’s Daybreak Lookout forever joked that he narrowly missed the hangman’s noose, whenever the ship passed between the Laughing Cat’s most prominent fangs…

Sons of a Soul Split: Chapter Sixteen

Melihrene galloped eastward, beyond the scanty evergreen wood, into a lush, tropical greenwood. The threshold between these woodlands perpetuated a foreshadowing but invisible fog; felt but unseen. With each eastward hoof stamp, the crisp and cool air of the early morning heated incrementally, like the stagnant water in a soup pot. The environment grew mysteriously hot and humid. The horse’s mane and tail frizzed. Uuinora’s dampened clothes clung to her skin. The leather patches of her armor sweltered. These would have sunburned her bluish skin, if there had not been a cotton suit between her armor and her Elvish hide…

The Shadows I’m Seeking: Episode Two: Turbulence, Part II

In the hours leading up to Okemia’s funeral, Master Yoshihiro recalls and laments his role in the disaster that befell the world. Will his apprentice, Tsukiya, overcome the torment of his loss? Or will history’s darkest day repeat?

The Shadows I’m Seeking: Episode One: Turbulence, Part I

Outcasted and feared for harboring the magical prowess of a bygone era, two extraordinary children board the same train. Little do they know how significant that accident of fate will prove to be for themselves and the dystopia raging against society’s barrier.

The Four Seasons

Since it has been far too long since any adventurer has recorded that they dueled in riddles against a dragon, here is a simple riddle about the four seasons that doubles as a sneak peek into my upcoming novel: “The Rise of Magmartan,” where one such duel takes place.

Sons of a Soul Split: Chapter Fifteen

The sun ducked behind the ridge and tossed a wave of shadow over Talsis’s stranded horse. The horse twitched its ears and flicked its tail, as the evening chill bit into its fur and lapped the warmth of daylight from its skin. The horse grunted, craned its neck, and sniffed the groundcover. Its snout rifled through spikey, almond-shaped leaves and lean, bristly stalks for sweet, coastal strawberries, but the bushes were bare. The horse impatiently scraped the soil with its steel-shoed hooves and nervously ground the bit wedged between its flat teeth. Finally, it lifted its head and peered out to sea. Somewhere, either floating atop or sinking beneath billowing rolls of sea foam, its rider tarried…